"Two million," Wang Xuan said blandly, "I heard that Precious Light Temple has a Medicine Buddha whose achievements in the Alchemy Domain are unparalleled. I suppose it's possible to restore these two pill recipes, but who knows what the medicinal effect would be."
"Two million and one hundred thousand. Daoist, you don't lack pill recipes, why compete with this poor monk? If Precious Light Temple restores the pill recipes, we are willing to share them with you. What do you think?" said a man with a big bald head.
"Save your favor; I, Wang, can't afford it," Wang Xuan shook his head, "Three million. I don't lack Spirit Crystals. If you really want it, offer twenty million Spirit Crystals, and I'll let you have these two recipes."
The big bald man didn't know that Wang Xuan recently held a grudge against the monks of Precious Light Temple, but he did sense Wang Xuan's displeasure.
Twenty million Spirit Crystals?
